I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

What Zou Feng found most ridiculous was that these Tribulation Cultivators from the Yama Underworld and the Ninefold Celestial Court were always convinced that the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect was the true path of evil.

If they ever took control of the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm, the entire place would likely become a barren wasteland within a century.

As for the Female Celestial Soldier before him refusing to divulge any information, that wasn’t a problem in the slightest.

Zou Feng’s repertoire of Evil Skills, after all, was practically designed for interrogation.

The Poison of Confusion, which he hadn’t used in some time, gathered on his middle finger. Then, with a savage grin, Zou Feng slowly reached out.

He intended to tap that finger right between the Female Celestial Soldier’s eyebrows.

Perhaps sensing the terrifying power of Zou Feng’s technique by instinct, the Female Celestial Soldier, who had been so resolute just moments ago, actually showed a flicker of fear.

”You... What are you going to do!?”

Zou Feng gave her the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King’s Smile. ”To make you comfortable, of course...”

”N-no... Don’t...” The Female Celestial Soldier trembled, her eyes widening in terror. ”Stay away from me! Aaaah!”

Amidst her screams, Zou Feng touched his finger to the spot between her eyebrows.

The terrified expression on the Female Celestial Soldier’s face instantly froze, her body going rigid as if petrified.

But soon, her expression began to crumble, eventually morphing into the look of a cloistered, frustrated woman who had been left wanting for years.

”Hurry... come over... give it... to me...”

From screaming for Zou Feng to stay away to practically begging him to throw himself at her... that single touch had all but rewritten the Female Celestial Soldier’s entire personality.

Zou Feng, however, took a step back and said calmly, ”First, tell me what you know.”

”I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

This Female Celestial Soldier possessed an unshakeable faith. She could have withstood any form of brutal torture—even for three days and three nights—without ever betraying her comrades in the Yama Underworld.

Yet under the influence of that single touch, all her mental defenses had instantly crumbled, her mind completely consumed by primal desire.

She then spilled everything she knew in a single, breathless torrent.

She even opened her Storage Pouch on her own initiative, trying to further ingratiate herself with Zou Feng.

After he heard her out, however, Zou Feng’s brow furrowed slightly.

She was only a Celestial Soldier, after all, so the intelligence she possessed was limited.

The contents of her Storage Pouch held even less interest for him.

What Zou Feng wanted most—the secret manuals for the Yama Underworld’s Evil Arts—were nowhere to be found.

And while the Great Universal Hand could alter a personality, it was also the equivalent of inducing Dementia. Therefore, trying to have someone in that state recite obscure Evil Arts was naturally futile.

Nearby, Su Qingyu, who was sprawled on a lounge chair, saw Zou Feng staring at the Female Celestial Soldier for a long moment. Thinking he was actually getting ideas, she couldn’t help but huff, ”You’re not actually going to... Those things from the Yama Underworld... are filthy!”

Zou Feng shook his head in resignation. ”Palace Master, I’ve told you before, I’m not the kind of person you think I am...”

Before he even finished speaking, Zou Feng tapped her again with his finger, and the Female Celestial Soldier immediately passed out.

Then, Zou Feng took a deep breath and placed his palm on the Female Celestial Soldier’s head, seemingly infusing something into her.

”You’re not going to kill her?” Su Qingyu could tell Zou Feng wasn’t delivering a fatal blow.

Zou Feng retracted his pitch-black hand. ”No need to rush,” he said. ”This Tribulation Cultivator knows too little. She’s more valuable as bait to see if we can lure out a bigger fish...”

With that, he pulled Su Qingyu to her feet, wiped away any traces they’d left at the scene, and swiftly departed.

As for the Female Celestial Soldier, they left her collapsed on the ground, still unconscious.

When Zou Feng and Su Qingyu left, they truly left; they didn’t just hide nearby.

Now that the bait was set, all that was left to do was wait patiently.

The reason the Female Celestial Soldier had been captured by Zou Feng in the first place was that she had snuck into that small courtyard with the intent to murder its owner, an act she had already accomplished.

However, the homeowner had ties to the Yama Underworld and was hardly deserving of sympathy.

Roughly an hour after Zou Feng and Su Qingyu left, the Female Celestial Soldier jolted awake.

The moment she got to her feet, a splitting headache assaulted her, causing the Female Celestial Soldier to nearly lose her footing.

Her mind was a complete fog; she couldn’t remember anything that happened after she killed the homeowner.

She could only try to piece together her current situation. She figured that the homeowner must have poisoned her in a last-ditch act of defiance as she killed him, causing her to pass out.

And while unconscious, it seemed she’d had a rather... amorous dream.

In the dream, a peerlessly handsome man had appeared, and they had battled for eight hundred rounds...

Recalling the details of the dream, the Female Celestial Soldier’s legs began to feel weak.

She quickly gave her head a hard shake and scanned her surroundings. After confirming that nothing else was out of the ordinary, she fled...

Miles away, Zou Feng, who was drinking by the window in a second-floor inn room, naturally sensed that his bait had moved.

But there was no rush. These Tribulation Cultivators were used to a life on the run. Their counter-surveillance instincts were extremely sharp; she would never return directly to a hideout where her comrades were.

Instead, she would take a winding, circuitous route first.

However, just as Zou Feng was settling in to patiently wait for a bigger fish to take the bait, a familiar figure strode past on the street below his window.

The moment Zou Feng saw the figure, he hurriedly shut the window.

”Why won’t you see me?”

Zou Feng was just about to make a quiet getaway when a woman’s voice carried clearly into the room.

Apparently, the woman on the street already knew Zou Feng was there and was calling directly up to the second floor.

Fortunately, it was late in the evening, and there were no other pedestrians on the street.

Inside the room, Su Qingyu, who was soaking her feet in a basin of venom, perked up at the sound of the voice. She looked at Zou Feng and said, ”That damn dragon is here again!”

That’s right. The uninvited guest was none other than the Ninth Princess, Luo Zhenzhen, who was also taking part in the hunt for Tribulation Cultivators.